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This story happened a few years ago when i was 19. I was going to school in Georgia and dating a cute guy Mike. He was a typical white jock frat guy and i was your typical little college sophemore. i was put together nice–5’2″, 105 lbs, perky b’s with a nice little landing strip. I was pretty inexpeienced. Mike was only the second guy i had been with, and i only had sex maybe 15 times in my life all together. i was very conservative. when i had sex–it was in the dark, always missionary, and always with a condom (birth control pills seemed trashy to me). i thought Mike was it. His dick was I guess around 5 or 6 inches, and it seemed like it was all i could ever handle. I never orgasimed with him during sex–i thought i was one of those girls who couldn’t orgasim during intercourse. Well, that is the background.
Now this is when my life took a change. I was walking to a frat party (alone beacuse my friends were already there) that was about a mile away when i got the urge to pee really bad. This town is hard on public urination and I was a lady(at least I though I was) so I was eyeing the houses as I walked along to see if there would be some students who could let me use their bathroom. After a few minutes i noticed this guy on his porch watching me pass so i asked him if i could use his bathroom–he said yes and led me inside. His name was Tony and he was a very tall muscular black guy. Before he let me into the bathroom he said i could use it under 1 condition. i had to take a hit off a joint and have a beer with him before i left. i smoked pot before–i din’t think it was a big deal so i agreed. i closed the door and did my buisness. after i was done peeing, i noticed i was taking a lot of time making sure my make up looked ok. i asked myself why? i never would date a black guy beacuse where i am from, we don’t do that. i also never found them attractive (at least i told myself that) and i have a boyfriend. i thought my dad would kill me just having these thoughts. i sprayed a little extra perfume on anyway and went out into the livingroom. i guess Tony thought it was hot because he took off his shirt and was standing against the homemade bar with his joint in his mouth. He told me to come over and “get some”. I took a hit and passed it back–as he handed me a beer can. I couldn’t take my eyes off his body–it was perfect–only dark. I thought that if this guy was white– I wouldn’t act like such a lady.
Then things started to change. Tony asked me if I ever did a black guy. I said that is kind of personel and for his info no. I looked down for a second and noticed he had a huge dick. It wasn’t even hard, but it still looked to be like maybe 7 inches long. He cought me looking and asked if I had ever tought about toching a black cock. I DON”T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING!!! I said yes. I was a little high and getting wet for some reason and I said yes…. I was actually lying because I never thought about it until just a few minutes ago. He reached out and took my little hand and put it on his dick. I could feel it growing through his shorts in my little hand–I just squezzed it a little and it got harder and harder. It was thicker than my forarm and probabaly 11 inches long now–i was breathing heavy and staring at my hand with this monster in it when i realized i was dripping wet. I let go and said i had to leave and turned to go. For a secondI thought i would be fine at this crossroad and i was going to walk out and make the right decision, but i hesitated. In that second–Tony grabbed my arm, turned me around and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I struggled for a second, then gave in. I thought i wasnt going to do anything, but kis him. I was shaking as our tongues went wild and his cock grinded against me–i had never been so horny. Then next thing i knew was I pulled his shorts down to the ground and had both hands on his cock. He was smooth too as my shirt was over my head and both breasts were out of my bra. i have never givin a blow job before, but i was out of control and knealt down and put hid head in my mouth. It made me gush that I was doing this–I gagged after trying to get about 3 inches in my mouth, Tony then pulled me up and slid my skirt down. He brought me over to the bedroom and laid me down. He pulled my panties aside and put his think fingers inside me. I was soaked and he started to touch my clit. I thought I was gonna explode. After about a minute I came so hard I had a tears coming out of my eyes. He then tried to pull my panties off beacuse he said he wanted to fuck me. i said no–I couldnt do that( I was still trying to convince myself I was in control and this is something i wasn’t into). He got on top of me and said we could just grind instead. i was so wet i was laying in a puddle. his body was slidding agianst mine with all the sweat and our tongues were locked as i felt his giant cock rub against my pussy lips. my underwear was still pulled aside he would almost press it in, then slide it up past my clit. It was driving me crazy. I felt him press in a little more of the head each time. i pushed him up and looked down to see my pink underwear pver my white body pulled aside and his muscular dark frame with the giant cock in my pussy just a little. I was going to push him off–this wasnt me–i hav a boyfriend–i am a lady– i don’t like black guys—i dont have a condom—ALL WENT THROUGH MY HEAD!!!!! But instead, I arched my back a little to give him better access and pulled him into me. I WAS IN EXTACY… His cock little was streaching my little white pussy to the extreme. Then I came–it lasted for over 1 minute. I nearly passed out . He ws only about 3/4 in my now and i was completely out of contol. Tony started fucking me deeper now and he was talking to me. he was asking me how i like his black cock–i thought it rude–but as he kept fucking me and bring me to another orgasim, i realized something. i was his little black cock slut now—he owned me. i couldnt believe it but i told him to FUCK MY LITTLE WHITE PUSSY..I AM YOUR BITCH…FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK….and then i came again….He slowed for a little bit and I came to my senses for a second—i told him not to cum in me–i am not on the pil. i asked him if he had a rubber and he said hell no and he wouldnt do anything i don’t want him to do. he pulled out of me and laid down next to me–he then pulled me on top. i never did this before(among a lot of things tonight) so i grabbed his didck behind me and put it up to my pussy. i backed my self on to it and slowly slid down on it–i couldn’t beleve how good it felt. the size seemed even bigger than before–it took me a couple minutes to get used to, but then i was out of control again. i was riding this black dude like an out of control whore. i was squzzing his chest and sweating all over him as his cock was now filling me all the way to his balls. i couldnt get enough. i felt so dirty and i loved it. i told him now that i was going to cum and he said he was too. i knew i should get off, but i couldnt. i kept riding and he said again he was about to cum–i felt all his muscles start to teanse up and his cock shook inside me as i felt his hot cum shoot in me so deep it felt like it was in my stomach. i came just then so hard i screamed and told him to cum in my pussy…oh god fill my pussy with your seed. he came for about 30 seconds and i passed out for an instant. i climbed off him after a minute and felt like a cup of cum pour out of my now black cock loving pussy. i ran to the bathroom to wash up and Tony came in a minute later–still hard. i pushed him on the floor and mounted him again. we fucked for about 10 more minutes as he filled me again with a monster load. i cleaned up and went to the party.. when i got there–everyone noticed how flush i was and my knees had tile marks on them. i just told everyone i fell and i am fie, but i wasn’t. i could believe what i had just done. i went home and became a hermit of sorts. i din’t hangout or return calls. what was i now? how can i face everyone now? it was about 2 weeks later i noticed my period was light–just a couple drops one day and that was it. wierd. then a couple weeks later–i started throwng up. i went to the drug store–got a kit and the results. I WAS PREGNANT!!!! i was so sad–but strangly so horny–i went to Tony’s house and pounded on the door. his roomate was there and i just started making out with Tony in the livingroom–all i wante was to be fucked like the dirty little black baby carrying whore i now was. i pulled my skirt off and motioned for Tonys roomate to join us as he did in a second. Within an hour i had both of them cumming in my pussy. I started going to their parties where i became the big hit.. i became the gangbang girl. one night–i had 5 black guys cum in me. i fgured since i am pregnant– i can’t get pregnant again so i was getting so much seed dumped in me i that i was truly a black cock whore. i had a miscarriage in the 4th month and since have not been with a black guy or had unprotected sex. but writing my story out has mad me so horny–iam gonna fuck a big black guy tonight until he fills me with his cum……………………………….sorry about the typos–it is hard to type when your this horny

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap. 8-10

CHAPTER 8
Papa’s men delivered her furniture, clothes, and computer on Monday. We put the furniture in the garage until we could figure out what to do with it, the clothes in the closet in the spare room, and the computer on my desk. Marta explained that she did much of her work at home. We sat in the kitchen with some graph paper as we discussed how to make the house bigger. I thought about extending the rear to enlarge the kitchen and bathroom, adding a door directly from our bedroom and almost doubling the bedroom.
Behind the garage on the other side I could add another room where Marta could work. We went back and forth several times before agreeing on a scheme. I thought I could do almost all the work myself during my upcoming summer vacation.
Marta and I were invited to dinner the following Sunday. We shared the plans with Papa and Jimmy. They had some suggestions which we were glad to incorporate. I asked Papa what he knew about getting a permit. He said he would take care of it so a week later his attorney dropped by with the document, reminding me that it had to be posted and that I had to follow the building code. He also gave me the name of one of Papa’s friends who could dig out the crawl space and build the foundation. I needed this in spite of the cost; it would save me weeks of back-breaking labor.
They finished the work in less than a week. I began framing the following day. I’m not the fastest worker, but I do put in long days. It took me two days to frame and install the subfloor and three more to build the walls—exterior and interior. The roof beams were harder. First I had to figure out what angles to cut the lumber. I’m an amateur so I do things by trial and error until I get it right. I use lighter and cheaper lumber. Once I had it angled correctly I used that piece as a template for the real beams; this step took me three days. I used exterior plywood for the roof and walls—I hate that particle board a lot of builders use. That took another week. By July fourth I had the structure enclosed and the roof in place.
Of course, I didn’t work every day. It rained several days and there was fishing. In mid-June I switched from blackfish to fluke, what is known as summer flounder in the south. Unlike blacks which can be fished on any tide, fluke will only feed during the last two hours of the incoming tide and the first two of the outgoing. This means we went out at all different times. Marta and I especially enjoyed evening fishing. The temperature was somewhat cooler, Marta didn’t have to worry about sunburn, and there were many fewer boats on the water then. That’s important because I like to drift for these fish; it also meant that we could get playful—licking and sucking each other and even fucking on those occasions when we were out after dark. We loved going fishing.
I had to explain the differences between the two fish to Marta who always had assumed that fishing was fishing. It took her a while, but within a week or so she had it down pretty well. One of the things about fishing—the fish has no idea who’s on the other end of the line. A rank amateur can out fish a pro on any given day. I caught plenty of fish during our first three trips, but most of them were throw-backs—fish shorter than the legal limit. Marta, on the other hand, caught fewer but bigger fish, her largest topping the scale at four pounds.
Later in the summer the fluke fishery dried up so we changed again to porgy, or scup. These are smaller in the Sound—a pounder being big—but extremely plentiful. They’re good eating, but bony as they’re really too small to fillet. On the positive side they are easily caught and a lot of fun. We also tried trolling and chumming for bluefish, a fish I never eat. They’re much too strong tasting and oily for my taste. It was during one of these trolling sessions that Marta asked if we could visit her parents. Of course, I agreed. Marta had spoken to her parents several times and every conversation ended in tears. I was about to find out why. I knew her parents were old fashioned in the extreme so I was nervous—how would they feel about our living arrangements?
We took the train into Brooklyn on a Saturday. Their apartment was only a few blocks from the station. Brooklyn has a bad reputation, mostly unearned, as a dangerous place, but I wasn’t worried. Tony had been appointed as Marta’s bodyguard—a position he took most seriously since the Marco fiasco. Tony was armed and he was a Karate black belt. Moreover, he looked tough, even though Marta and I found him to be a genuinely nice guy.
Marta knocked on the door; it was answered by her father. I didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t his daughter and two men. He invited us in—reluctantly, I thought—and Marta introduced us, “Tata (daddy), Matka (mother) this is Peter—I owe my life to him and this is Tony, my bodyguard.” They made some unpleasant faces and the visit went downhill from there. Tony excused himself, taking station outside the door.
When Marta and her mother went to make some refreshments I took the opportunity to speak with her father, but before I could say a word he told me what he thought, “I do not approve of how you two are living. It is sinful.”
“I understand how you feel, sir and that’s one of the things I wanted to speak with you about. I’m planning on changing those arrangements…and soon.”
“So, you are just like all the others—take your pleasure and run.”
“Well, actually, sir I was going to ask for your blessing. I plan to ask Marta to marry me. I’d like for your approval, but I’m going to ask her with or without it. I love Marta and she loves me. We want to be together…always.”
“I think you are rushing things. A suitable engagement of two to three years is appropriate and, of course, you could not possibly live together during that period.”
“I was thinking more about two or three MONTHS at most, and probably less. I accept that you don’t like our living together, but we are and we have no intention of changing. As I said, I hope for your approval, because when I ask for her hand I will also ask her to remove her contraceptive implant. I hope you would want to see your grandchild.”
“Hmmm. I also do not approve of this gangster you have been associating with.”
“Mr. Vanek, that “gangster” as you refer to him has been a huge supporter of Marta. He considers her a part of his family. When she was threatened by David Cartwright’s friends he had four of his best security men guarding her day and night. Tony works for him, as well. He has never asked to be paid and if I offered he would be highly insulted. He is like a father to me—he has been my father since mine passed away almost twenty years ago. He has invited us to dinner this evening so you will have the chance to meet him and make up your own mind.”
“I liked David.”
“Sure, so did Marta, right up until the moment he tried to kill her and later sent his buddies to finish the job. Last I heard from the FBI he was crying about getting a deal by squealing on the loan sharks he was dealing with. Face it, Mr. Vanek, all Cartwright wanted was to trade Marta’s life for a million bucks.”
“I suppose what you say is true. Can you support my daughter and a family?”
“I think so, sir. I’m a teacher and you probably know we earn pretty good money on Long Island. I have a Masters Degree and I’m also a Veteran of the U.S. Marines. I earn more than $80,000 a year. I also have considerable savings and investments because I didn’t run around like an idiot when I was alone, either in the service or later.” That’s the way it went—sparring back and forth. I couldn’t believe he said he liked David after everything he’d done to Marta. He never even thanked me for saving his daughter’s life three times. Things got a bit better when Marta returned with her mother, but not much.
Around five Tony knocked on the door informing us that the limo had arrived to take us to dinner. Mr. Vanek scowled, Mrs. Vanek beamed, apparently impressed by Papa’s affluence. I took the jump seat, allowing Marta to sit with her parents; Tony sat up front. Even in the limo he was ever vigilant. We drove across the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan. The driver took the West Side Drive—it was faster—with spectacular views of the Hudson and the Palisades—the vertical cliffs—on the Jersey side. He exited at West 57th Street toward Madison Avenue, turning right and stopping on East 63rd Street at the Post House Restaurant. We walked in to meet Mama and Papa in the lobby.
Marta handled the introductions and I could have sworn the temperature dropped twenty degrees. Marta’s father was being a total ass. Even Marta noticed and was upset. I was revolted by his reaction when she called the Pellegrini’s Mama and Papa. We were escorted to a private room where we sat at a round table for six—Tony would eat, but he was still working. The Post House is an expensive steak house, even by Manhattan standards, and Mr. Vanek commented repeatedly about the wastefulness of spending so much for a simple meal. I would have thought he was paying. Papa took Mr. Vanek by the elbow and left the room with him in tow. They returned ten minutes later, sat down smiling, and we all experienced a major thaw. There was actual casual conversation and laughter. I would never ask Papa what he said or did, but it was magic.
Later during the meal Mrs. Vanek asked Marta how she could eat so much. We all laughed crazily until Marta described some of Mama’s meals. Even the Vanek’s laughed then. The rest of the meal went well, although everyone gasped when they saw the lobster I had ordered—it was a huge three-pounder. I shared some with Marta and I could see her mom approve of how I treated her. Maybe she could thaw her father.
We said good-bye to Mama and Papa and returned to the limo. We dropped the Vanek’s off at their apartment, commenting on how we both had to be up early to work on the addition. It was almost ten when the limo dropped us at the house. Marta and I went in; Tony was relieved by two evening guards. Marta led me to the bedroom, but I resisted. “There’s something I need to do first. C’mon, I want to show you something.” I sat her on the couch, knelt on the floor, and reached under a cushion. “I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while, but I wanted to speak with your dad first. Now I’ve done that so there’s nothing stopping me…except my own nervousness. So here goes…Marta, I love you more than anything. I can’t conceive of ever being without you. Will…you…,” I took a deep breath, “marry me?” I whipped out the ring and showed it to her.
I can’t say that she saw it, at least not right away. Her face was in her hands. I couldn’t believe she was shocked. When she dropped her hands I could see the huge smile on her face. She held her shaking hand out for me; I put the ring, a one-carat solitaire, on her finger. She leaned down to kiss me. Then she stood, pulled me up, and led me to the bedroom—a perfect ending to an imperfect day.
CHAPTER 9
We made love all night—over and over—in every position imaginable and even in some I couldn’t imagine. We finally stopped around five, so exhausted we couldn’t stay awake. We woke at ten and made love again, Marta rolling me on my back and riding me as she rubbed her clit and her nipples into my body. I grabbed her firm ass and pulled her down, sinking my cock deep into her body. As we moved together I lifted her off the bed with every thrust—over and over, harder and harder until, at last I erupted into her. Marta shivered and shook, coming just as my last fountain of semen drenched her vaginal walls.
I held her close, kissing her cheek, “I have one other thing to ask you.” She lifted her head looking at me questioningly. “Will you please lose that implant thing? I’ll bet Celia can point you to a doctor who can do it.” Marta nodded happily and jumped from the bed. “I need to make some calls,” she shouted from the hall. I was surprised at the order—first, she called Celia then Marianne. Those calls seemed to take forever. Then she phoned Andrea—that was only a trifle shorter. Her next call was to Mama. I knew that would be a long one. She even insisted on talking to me, telling me it was about time. I knew she wanted me to hook up with Marianne or Celia, but that would be like incest—they were more like sisters to me than anything else. Finally, after more than two hours on the phone, she called her mother.
Mama invited us to dinner the next evening and we talked about the wedding. We wanted to marry soon, but we also wanted a proper wedding and reception. I wondered where we could find a suitable hall on such short notice. Papa scowled, “Why not use Casa Pellegrini? Didn’t you ever see ‘The Godfather?’” We discussed it for an hour and agreed—as if there was ever any way we could possibly disagree.
I only had a few friends from work and, of course the entire Pellegrini family. Marta had a few girlfriends however Papa and Mama had tons of friends. Papa arranged for a Cardinal to marry us on their patio. The reception would be in their back yard which was enclosed by a high hedge and totally private. It was set for the last Saturday in August. Marta and I would have a week for a honeymoon before I had to return to work the Tuesday after Labor Day.
Marta’s mother was thrilled but her father refused to participate. Frankly, I was relieved, especially when Papa volunteered to give her away. He also paid for the entire affair. It was a generous and much appreciated gift. I had nothing to do with the dress. With four Pellegrini women and Marta my opinion wasn’t needed. I did learn from Marta though that the shop initially told them that the alterations would take six weeks, however after Mama had a word with the owner in private that was suddenly changed to two, much to the chagrin of the saleswoman.
Several weeks before the wedding, after weeks of legal wrangling, the three would-be assassins made bail. I was worried and told Papa of my concerns. “I don’t think you have any reason for concern” he said, a small smile on his face. He was right. A week later the one I had shot in the arm was killed during a mugging. Four days after that a second was killed in a hit-and-run. The driver was never identified—the car was stolen. Two weeks later the third committed suicide, at least that’s what the coroner’s decision was. David Cartwright was still in custody in Bellevue; he had already been denied bail. Now all I had to worry about was the wedding.
Papa was old school when it came to a wedding. No disc jockey for him; he hired a six piece orchestra along with a locally famous caterer to serve prime rib cooked to order, bartenders, waiters and every other kind of servers imaginable. There would be a cocktail hour immediately following the ceremony. Two open bars would accommodate the 240 guests. Later dinner would be served at tables set up under a huge canopy with sides that could be lowered in the event of rain. If that happened a large portable air conditioning unit would keep the area comfortable. It can be hot and humid in August. Fortunately, it was a clear day with the high around 80 with a mild breeze coming off the Sound.
I thought I had been nervous my first day in Afghanistan as a sniper and again my first day as a teacher. It was nothing compared to getting married. I was calm as can be when I faced the four attackers, but now I was literally shaking in my shoes. Standing on the patio with Jimmy as my best man I almost hyperventilated and I think I would have had it not been for Jimmy. He cracked a few jokes about how terrible it was being married. Then I remembered that I was hopelessly in love with Marta and that we’d been living together for almost three months—this was just going to make it official. I relaxed right up until the orchestra began the “Wedding March.” Then I almost peed in my pants.
I turned into the house and got the first glimpse of my bride; it was seeing an angel. Marta wore a form-fitting gown—strapless with little baby pearls all around what she later told me was the bodice. A long train flowed behind her along the shiny floor. Papa looked great in his tux, but next to Marta I didn’t think anyone would notice. He led Marta to me, lifted her veil and kissed her gently on the cheek before joining Mama in the first row of guests. We faced the Cardinal who was resplendent in his bright red robes.
The good thing about having the wedding here was that we wouldn’t have a Mass. I hadn’t been to Mass since my mother died. Marta and I would rather go fishing than pray. This would be a straight wedding ceremony—some readings about wives being submissive to their husbands and other wedding related stuff before we exchanged vows. We didn’t really have a lot of time to prepare for the wedding so no personal vows—we stuck to the time honored traditional ones. I remembered nothing of the ceremony other than saying “I do” and exchanging rings. I woke up when I was told I could kiss the bride, something I truly relished. Everyone applauded and I led Marta into the house. Marta’s train was removed and I told her again how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. “I have a special present for you back at the house,” I told her. “I have two special presents for you, too,” she replied. We went out to greet our guests.
We did all the sappy traditional wedding stuff—the first dance and even the dance with the bride and daddy with Papa substituting gladly for Marta’s absent (hopefully forever) father. Later, after we had all feasted, the guests came to congratulate us and drop off their envelopes. Each would contain a congratulatory card and either a check or cash. I was a bit surprised when Jimmy gave us two. I was about to question him, but Jimmy said, “Don’t ask…just take it.” Then I understood—it was from Mama and Papa as if they hadn’t done enough.
The wedding took place at two; we left at seven with a white silk bag filled with cash. We would have extra bodyguards tonight. We changed into T’s and shorts and dumped the bag on the kitchen table. We opened each carefully, noting on each card how much each had given. Our friends gave us $50 each on average; Mama and Papa’s friends averaged $500 which we thought was a lot for total strangers, but then they were trying to please Mama and Papa—we were just the fortunate recipients. Jimmy and Andrea gave us $1,000. Mama and Papa, in addition to spending $25,000 on the dress and wedding reception, gave us $10,000. We called them immediately to thank them for their generosity and for everything they had done for us since I had first plucked Marta from the sea.
I went to the addition and brought back Marta’s gift—it was two wrapped packages, one a long slender one. “I think I know what this is,” she said smiling. She was right—a seven-foot Shimano graphite rod; the other box held a Shimano Stella spinning reel. ”Oh, Peter isn’t this the reel you always wanted but thought you couldn’t afford?”
I nodded with a smile. “Blackfish season will be starting again soon,” I told her, “I want you to be ready.” She stood and kissed me. Her eyes said, “Thank you,” for her. “Now for your gifts; first, I got this—with Celia’s help.” She dropped her shorts. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was gone, shaved away. In its place was a tattoo—a pink heart with the word “Peter’s” and an arrow pointing down toward her pussy neatly inscribed in the center. I looked at her and laughed, “I love it…almost as much as I love you, but I think your next visit to the gynecologist is going to be really interesting.”
“Now, your extra special gift–I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait a while to see it—about seven and a half months. I think I’m pregnant.”
CHAPTER 10
Unfortunately, Marta got her period three days later. We concluded that the stress of the wedding had thrown her cycle off. It just made us more determined. We practiced two or more times a day throughout our honeymoon in Montauk at the end of Long Island’s south fork—the fishing Mecca of the east coast—less than three hours away. We chartered a boat sharing with two men to go deep sea fishing. We agreed we’d take turns in the chair and drew lots. Larry went first, I went second, and Marta third. Ben, Larry’s friend drew the last. We drifted and chummed, lines in the water all the time. Larry and I both got big bluefish over ten pounds—fun to catch, but basically useless for anything other than bait. We chummed some more and cut up the blues for bait. It was Marta’s turn in the chair when one of the reels began to click—a shark was nosing the bait. For vicious killers they can be surprisingly delicate. Marta waited ten seconds before pulling up on the rod and setting the hook. Line flew off the reel as Marta was buckled into the chair and the rod clipped to her harness. Marta used her legs and back, exactly as I had taught her, and reeled in on the down swing of the rod. The fish took a lot of line off the huge deep sea reel, but she had plenty left when the fish began to tire. I stood behind Marta, encouraging her and massaging her shoulders and back. Larry brought her a soda from the cooler, helping her to sip from the can, as she continued to fight the fish. It was almost thirty minutes later that she brought the leader to the boat. One of the mates grabbed it and pulled the fish parallel to the boat. It was an eight foot tiger shark which they estimated at more than four hundred pounds. I took a few photos of Marta standing above the big shark and we released it. Marta almost collapsed in my arms, grinning ear to ear. That was the last fish caught that day.
We took the next day off, going to Montauk’s Hither Hills State Park. We stopped off at a deli for a picnic lunch, parked and headed for the beach. I had brought beach chairs and an umbrella; I’m really careful about being in the sun, especially with Marta’s fair skin. We read the Newsday I had bought, laughing when we saw the headline way back in the local section—“Fisherman weds Mermaid.” There was even a photo taken by the photographer Papa had hired. Marta looked great; I was also in the picture.
The next day we had chartered a guide with a 25-foot center console to go right off Montauk Point for giant striped bass, some of which can reach 70 pounds. We drifted with the current dragging whole live eels about ten to twenty feet down. I got the first strike, set the hook, and eventually pulled in a twenty pounder. I had the mate release it. I got the next two strikes, landing one—a fifteen pounder, also released. Marta was happy for me, but she wanted some action of her own and she got her wish just before noon when the tide turned. Her new rod bent in two and the fish pulled some line against the drag, but the Stella is a premium grade reel. The drag was as smooth as silk—it should be, the reel cost me almost $800. Marta raised the rod tip and cranked on the down swing. Over and over she repeated except when the fish pulled line. Cranking then will only twist the line. Patience was the watchword here. We could all tell this was a big fish, probably a cow which grow much larger than the males.
Every time Marta got the fish close it would see the boat and bolt. I encouraged Marta to be patient. She had the fish out of the rocks so there was little chance of a break-off. Finally, after more than twenty minutes she pulled the exhausted fish to the boat. The mate netted the fish even though he would have preferred the gaff. Gaffing a fish will kill it. Marta and I had agreed to release all the Stripers. Hers weighed in at 46.3 pounds. I took a few photos and we released the fish, watching it swim slowly into the depths.
We emailed Celia, Marianne, Andrea and Mama that afternoon, just as we had done when Marta caught her shark. I was finishing the last message when Marta danced in front of me stark naked, both hands pointing to her new tattoo. I pressed “Send” and followed her to the shower. Marta still had her period, but we had never let that get in our way, except that we had agreed—no oral. We stood in the tiny shower washing each other, kissing and groping. I was a bit surprised when Marta pushed her finger up my ass.
We had never discussed any kind of anal; I was willing to explore, but never if it meant hurting Marta. She fell to her knees, no easy feat in this shower which was barely two feet square, and pushed me against the wall. She licked the tip of my cock and sucked me into her throat. Marta had told me she had limited oral experience before meeting me—she had never been very motivated. I guess love can cause a lot of changes; it sure did change me.
I pulled Marta up, slipped my arms under her thighs and lifted her. I pushed her against the wall and felt her hand guide my cock into her cunt. She looped her arms around my neck, kissed me as I began pounding her pussy. It was too soon to work on getting her pregnant—this was just for fun and love. The big advantage here was that every thrust would rub her G-spot and Marta had an extremely sensitive one. The slightest touch could send her into spasms of ecstasy. She came three times, screaming into my mouth every time until I joined her by cumming hard, sending five big ropes of hot white semen into her. Spent, we collapsed clumsily to the tile floor.
We fished the following day on a party, or head, boat. They were still fishing fluke here at Montauk and we were more than happy to join them. Although we drifted, the fishing was different here—we were drifting in and among rocks in fairly deep water—more than fifty feet deep. We needed to use heavy sinkers to keep our rigs on the bottom. Fortunately, Marta’s new rod and reel was strong enough to handle the load. I used one of the boat’s rods—adequate, but not great. We fished most of the morning getting only the occasional strike until two hours before high tide when things heated up big time. Marta got a heavy strike and she played the fish masterfully, bringing a 5.2 pounder to the rail.
No sooner had the mate rebaited her hook than she had another strike, this time pulling up a barely legal 18-incher. The fishing was hot and heavy for the better part of an hour—Marta had four keepers and I had three. I also had three throwbacks. At the end of the day the mates filleted the fish and held the final weighing for the largest fish pool. Marta’s five-pounder won easily; she collected almost $200. “Now I can take you to dinner tonight,” she told me. This was hardly a revelation—we were on our honeymoon so we went out to eat every night.
We put our fillets in the cooler and filled it with ice from our motel. I was really beat when I returned to our room. Marta led me once again to the shower. The hot water felt great on my tired muscles. I allowed Marta to wash me until I realized that she must have been at least as tired as I was. I took the soap from her and washed her luscious body, kissing her all over, ending with her sweet lips. I dried her lovingly and led her to bed.
We climbed beneath the blankets and held each other, savoring the sensation of each other’s skin. Marta’s skin was so soft and so smooth it was like cuddling with a sheet of velvet. Marta pulled back a few inches, repositioned her mouth over mine and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth as she ground her lips against mine. I fell back, pulling Marta onto my left side. “Nap?” I asked her. She nodded her agreement; we closed our eyes and fell asleep.
We slept for almost two hours. I woke when I felt Marta’s fingers playing on my cock which quickly responded by growing to its maximum length and girth. “Ummmm, nice, I love what I’m feeling, my darling,” Marta whispered to me.
“Oh, yeah? I think you’re going to love what happens next even more,” I responded.
“Oh, goody—I really hope so.” She finished as she climbed over me to straddle my hips, maintaining eye contact the entire time. She gripped my hard cock and rubbed it into her slit, moistening and lubricating both of us. Slowly she sank onto me, whispering, “I love you,” as my cock disappeared into her body. Just as slowly as she sank down, now she rocked. I felt as though I could feel every square centimeter of her vaginal linings as she moved up and down on me, teasing me as she did. In time her passion grew and as it did her pace increased to match the level of her emotions. I joined in, driving deep into Marta as we pushed each other toward our orgasms. Faster and faster we went. Marta flexed her muscles, squeezing my cock even tighter. I reached up, rolling her nipples and pinching them slightly with my nails. Marta threw back her head as a massive spasm ran through her body. I could feel her shudder and shake, yet I still drove into her until I could stand it no more—I came hard flooding her with my cream. So much did I cum that it ran out of her and covered my abdomen.
We fell back onto the bed exhausted, but eventually hunger drove us from our comfort. We rose, showered and dressed and I allowed Marta to take me to dinner. The following morning we drove home, driving through Riverhead and miles of former potato and duck farms. We called Papa and Jimmy when we returned. That’s when we learned that the District Attorney had agreed that I had acted in self defense the night I had dealt with the four would-be assassins. There would be no charges against me; I could pick up my rifle at the Fifth Precinct at any time.
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Diary

JUNE PART 1 AFTER CHURCH BY DOCKER5000

Introductory
June is a normal church going wife and mother.
She lives in a small American town in the late 1950’s.
One day two drifters come calling.
The men want money and some fun with June.

Fantasm

Ride of a Lifetime

this story is the exact same as Elaines ride the reason why im copying it is cuz i couldnt remember my password for the other account so i started a new account

Fantasy

Falling For Susan Ch.2

Thank you Blackstallion21 for editing and suggestions. Before you go ahead please note that this story is not only about John and Susan but also about Anna.Susan.
In a single word, goddess. Her smooth milky white skin was ready to turn red if something or someone gripped her too hard. In contrast with her skin, her long hair was midnight black. Strangely the contrast only added to her beauty. Her hair was silky and reached her hips. It was straight till half way of her back and the lower half was slightly curled, like waves in the ocean. Any man was bound to have an urge to run his hands through her thick mane.
Her light blue eyes looked like they didn’t miss a thing. She scanned John from head to toe and he liked the way her thick eyebrows arched in the middle with concentration.
She had an angular face with superb nose and slightly angular chin. Her high cheek bones and beautiful full lips completed the combination. Her uncoated lips curled into a smile which was truly heartbreaking.
In a blue t-shirt, that matched her eyes and black skin tight jeans her perfect body called for everybody’s attention. Her sky high waist, broad hips and shoulders formed an hour glass figure. Her breasts pointed out without any sag. John guessed them to be 34c.
John marked her to be 5 ft. 10 inches tall as she’s an inch taller than Anna. Her really long legs seemed to go on for forever.
“Susan, this is John and John, this is Susan.” Anna introduced them to each other. At that moment two sets of blue eyes were locked on him.
“Hi,” John said extending his hand towards Susan. She hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand. John felt some tingling sensation when their hands met.
“Hi,” she replied, her voice was soft and had a musical ring to it. He quickly released her hand when he felt a slight pull from her side.
John never thought he would meet a woman as beautiful as Anna. Now that he met Susan he still had trouble believing it. Standing side by side, with identical smiles and dimples, they looked like siblings if not twins. Their build, smile and eyes are similar to one another, almost identical. The only difference is their hair, one being a redhead and the other a brunette.
“Now, please move on to the tables set up in the next lab,” the TA’s voice came in. “Students without laptops can use campus’ workstations.”
Damn, there goes the hope of getting out early out of the window. One look at Susan and he was grinning ear to ear. The next two and half hours might not be as bad as he thought they would be.
They hurried to next room which was filled with circular tables with three chairs around each one of them. Half of them were empty and the other half were set up with computers.
“Got a lap?” John asked Susan. When she nodded her head yes they occupied the nearest empty table without computers. John pulled out his laptop out of the bag and started it.
“The password for the campus WLAN is on the front screen and please open the displayed web address on your browser,” another TA’s came in from the overhead speakers.
After connecting to the WLAN, John opens his browser and typed in the address. It took him to the courses’ official site with brief introduction.
“After reading the introduction, please continue to the ASSIGNMENT 0 on the left side,” the TA continued. “As all of you have taken some sort of advanced computer class in high school, it’s only to check your background knowledge. Please submit your answers by the end of the Lab. Only one submission for a team. Instructions regarding it will be given later.”
John opened the link and started scanning through the questions. The first half were pretty much regular standard questions. Probably, everyone present in the lab can answer them. Second half were tricky though.
He tried to concentrate on the assignment but found it harder in the presence of two stunningly beautiful females. He grew accustomed to Anna’s company but the mere existence of Susan was driving him crazy.
One of the guys from the adjacent table got up, probably for using the restroom or to get a clear look at the girls. Watching them he walked smack into the nearby wall. There was a loud thump and he fell on his ass. Most of the students burst out laughing. John got on his feet to help him.
“Shit, man, are you ok?” John was trying so hard not to laugh as he was pretty sure he would walked in to the wall himself, a few minutes ago, watching Susan. John helped the poor soul to stand up and one could almost see stars circling over his head. “Are you ok?” John asked him again.
He tried to say something but nothing came out. He opened his and closed his mouth a couple of times like a fish desperate for water. Taking it as bad John tried to help him to sit down. One of his friends from his table reached them and together they helped him to his seat.
“Jesus, Alex that’s most stupidest thing you ever did,” saying his friend rolled in laughter. John, no longer able to control himself, shook his head and returned to his chair. Both girls were muttering something under their breath and giggling.
Everything returned to normal when a T.A reminded them that they got less than two hours to complete their work.
When John’s hand brushed across Susan’s accidently, she pulled her hand back sharply, with disgust in her eyes. For the next hour and half it’s apparent to John that she behaved like a bitch whenever he tried to talk to her.
Finally, the completed their work and following the T.A’s new instructions they submitted it. Most of groups were still working but there were few who completed and chatting ideally. The guy named Alex was looking at John’s table and when he caught John’s eye he looked away turning bright red.
Professor Bell marched into lab making a considerable commotion like an overgrown baby elephant and not to mention he looked like one. He talked to T.As for a few minutes before clearing his throat. The whole class fell silent and he began.
“Only ten groups have submitted their assignments, by far and their performance is as I expected it to be. Do not worry if you are not capable of answering the last five questions as they are bit tricky and beyond your current level. But one group, Mr. Miller, Ms. Williams and Ms. Jones, has answered all of them and they did a fine job. I hope you will keep it up in the future.”
At this, both of the girls were blushing and John, he was just glad that nobody knew their surnames and was not receiving any unwanted attention.
“If any of the students,” Professor Bell continued, “is having any problem they can meet me in my office during working hours and we will discuss it. If I am not available you can talk to one of the T.A’s and they will pass it on to me. Thank you, you are free to leave.”
While John was packing his Laptop a T.A came to their table. “Professor Bell gave you this for your performance, congratulations.” Saying he placed three books on the table and walked away.
The books were on animation and operating systems. All the three were written by Professor Bell himself. Susan grabbed the text book on animation.
“Can I take this one?” she asked raising her eyebrows.
“You can have all the three,” John answered slinging his bag on to his shoulder. “Anna already brought the whole collection.”
“That doesn’t mean you have a copy. You are willing to give up two hundred dollar books to make an impression,” she said in irritated voice.
“What the hell -”
“Hang on a second,” Anna interrupted him raising his hand and turned towards Susan. “As he said you can have them. When I brought the whole set, it’s for me and John. There’s no reason for you to act like a bitch.”
Grabbing His hand, Anna pulled him towards the exit, leaving behind a baffled looking Susan.
“That which, insulting you for no reason. Impression, my ass.” Anna kicked a small stone, lying in their way.
“Let it go, Anna. Just let it go.” John rubbed her back. God bless the poor soul who had to feel Anna’s wrath because sometimes she can be mean. Very mean. But John also knew Anna’s anger was momentary. Once her anger dies down she will regret calling Susan a bitch.
A few minutes later John kicked open his room door. There’s still no sign of his roommate. He opened his laptop and started working on one of the projects he and Anna began a year ago. But his thoughts went back to Susan. There’s one thing he hate the most in the world, a bitch with attitude and Susan was most likely to be one. He had no idea how to deal with her for rest of the semester.
Just below his room, Susan opened her journal to fill in her day’s events. A habit she picked up quite recently, in the memory of her late mother. By far, there were only few entries. Whenever she tried to write something, her thoughts turned towards her mother. Even after ten years, she still missed her mom. Wiping away her tears she began writing.Today’s the first day of college and I wish you could be here mom. You always wanted this for me and now here I am in one of the best universities. Can’t say the same thing about some of the people though. Leslie is not in the room right now. Yesterday I met a girl named Anna. She appeared to be a nice girl. She probably is. I met her again today in some lab, along with her boyfriend, John. Hot, Handsome and flattering, a match for Anna in terms of looks. But a total jerk. I mean anybody who hits on other girls behind his girlfriend’s back is a jerk, at least to me. Men are the same. Thinking of him brings back the memories which are best left forgotten. And Anna, the poor girl probably has no idea about him. She defended him like he was meant a world to him. Pity that I have to team up with them for the rest of the semester. At least, I have enough time save Anna from that jerk.
With a renewed determination to save Anna from the clutches of John, Susan closed her journal with a loud thump. She had absolutely no idea that the jerk is soundly asleep in the room above her.
The next morning, Susan’s internal clock woke her up precisely at five. On the other end of the room her roommate Leslie was still sleeping. Not wanting to disturb her, Susan collected her things and slipped out of the room silently like a mouse. Slinging the towel over her shoulder, she set off towards the common
bathrooms.
She was greeted by empty and silent corridors. As she entered the bathrooms she could hear a shower running and singing. Usually, no one was around this early in the morning. Shrugging her shoulders she slipped in to an adjacent stall, closing the glass door and drapes behind her.
Every bathroom in the dorm is fitted with a life size mirror. Susan undressed slowly, watching her image. She turned on the overhead shower and warm water washed over her body. She knew she had a killer figure and she liked to maintain it, definitely not to attract boys but simply because she liked it that way. Susan was pretty sure that men were not worth her time. All they care about was getting in her pants. So she did her best not to overly expose her body as she also hates women who use their bodies to get things done.
Probably, that was the reason she liked Anna. Susan never met a woman as beautiful and kind as Anna. She hoped that they can be friends, someday. But it’s highly unlikely now because of yesterday incident.
John, a man, was responsible for that, as usual. He was breathtakingly handsome, which makes him even more dangerous. But that didn’t stop her right hand from reaching her pussy.
She started rubbing her clit while she fondled her breasts with her left hand. From reasons she cannot fathom, just the thought of him sent a tingle through her system. Oh god, she thought, he was heavily built. She slowly inserted her finger in her pussy and started pushing it in and out. Soon second finger followed the first and she pinched her nipples. She imagined how his body will feel against hers as she rode her fingers vigorously. Remembering that she was not alone in the stalls, she bit her lower lip hard to suppress her voice. Finally, her hips buckled hard against her fingers as she came trembling down from the most intensive orgasm.
Never in her life she came that hard and it disgusted her. She came thinking about John, another woman’s man and the fact that he was a complete asshole didn’t help either. True, she was attracted to him. But these were her feelings which means she can and will keep them in check. She has to. She was like Anna once. She made a mistake of trusting a boy and he was like John, unable to satisfy himself with a single woman.
Turning off the shower, Susan grabbed a towel and dried herself. Wrapping it around herself, she stepped out of the stall. A redhead was drying her damp hair facing a wall mirror. Susan can recognize that lush and outrageous beauty from a mile away. Anna.
“Never knew there’s another early riser,” Anna said without looking at her.
Susan tried to say something but all that came out of her mouth was a grunt. Anna’s eyes darted towards the image of Susan in the mirror. She turned around and starred at Susan for a full minute before speaking.
“Looks like I owe you an apology. Shouldn’t have lost my cool like that. I am sorry,” Anna spoke, breaking the silence. Saying Susan was surprised would be an understatement. She never expected Anna to apologize or for a head on confrontation. If anything else she expected her to be angry or mouthy.
“Yeah, me too. Sorry,” Susan said, even though she was sure that she had nothing to apologize. She didn’t want to get on wrong footing with Anna once again.
“So, care to explain what happened yesterday?” Anna asked.
“John was hitting on me,” Susan replied, deciding that telling truth would be the best option.
“Yeah, I saw that. What am I? Blind.”
“But he’s your boyfriend.” Anna looked at her surprised, and then laughed.
“You thought we are together.” Still laughing, Anna shook her head. “No we are just friends. Best friends, since we were kids.”
“Oh.” Susan felt a ray of hope. He’s single. She pushed that hope aside. Deep down all the men were same. But being the best friend of straight forward person like Anna was a point in his favor.
“Generally, I don’t get mouthy i.e. except in the matters regarding John,” Anna continued. “As we solved the problem of our misunderstanding, Friends?”
“Yeah, definitely.” If there’s anyone Susan can get along with, it’s Anna.Alex.
John met Anna in the lounge. They were soon joined by Susan, not before Anna explained him about the yesterday’s misunderstanding and their early morning discussion. Even then John didn’t warm up to Susan.
“I am sorry, John,” Susan apologized. Her tone made him think that she was being sincere. “I really am -”
“It’s alright. I don’t care.” John cut her off.
He know he was being rude but if there’s one thing he learned about his opposite gender that is to stay away from the crazy ones.
The walk to the lecture halls was filled with both women babbling about cosmetics etc. Like they need any of them, John thought, they are already freaking beautiful. Through out of his school like he observed one thing. When two girls as beautiful as Anna or Susan end up as friends they end up as bffs or if they end up as enemies, even the thought sends shivers up his spine. And these two were showing the signs of the former case.
Though he didn’t get along well Susan John’s day was normal until he met Leslie. She was sitting in cafeteria alone during lunch. Susan and Anna were chatting animatedly like long separated friends meeting for the first time. As his presence will not be missed he made his way towards Leslie. She was toying with her food clearly not interested in eating,
“Hey.” John sat opposite to her.
“Hey, yourself,” she said looking surprised.
“Sorry for not calling you. I lost the flyer with your number.”
“Even if you didn’t why would you call me? You got a girlfriend,” she said pointing towards Anna.
“Oh, man.” John leaned back tipping the chair slightly. “Why would any one thing that? She’s my best friend since we were kids. That’s all there is to it.”
“What about the brunette?” she waved to Susan and Susan waved back.
“Who? Susan. Nothing’s going on between us and I seriously doubt there ever will be.”
Even if his words didn’t, his expression must have done it because Leslie nodded her head. “So want to go out tonight?”
“Sure. Seven o’clock ok with you?”
“It’s fine.” They exchanged their numbers. John raised his head and saw Susan staring at him. As soon as their eyes met she looked away.
Susan noticed John slipping away from their table to meet Leslie, who was sitting alone. She thought of joining Leslie but Anna waved to her as soon as she entered the cafeteria. She was right about one thing. John was like other men. He moved on without giving a second thought about her. Didn’t he hit on her yesterday? Sure they had a misunderstanding but it was cleared up. Like everybody else he was after easy prey. But she felt tug of envy seeing John talking to Leslie. From morning John never engaged her in a conversation. If she did he gave her only short replies. Fine, she thought, I am not gonna waste my time thinking about someone who doesn’t give a second thought about me.
But Susan was not so lucky. The first thing she noticed, after returning to her room, was Leslie getting ready for date, which made her think of John once more. She was annoyed as Leslie changed her clothes three times before settling onto a cute green dress. She never understood why people keep changing their clothes before a date. Throughout the entire process Leslie kept going on about how handsome John is, which annoyed her even more. Susan was not sure whether she felt relieved or troubled when Leslie stepped out of the room looking like a wolf in search of her prey. She was troubled because Leslie looked like she was about to swallow John in half. She mentally kicked herself, for felling concerned about John, before opening her books to start on the assignments given earlier in the day.
John was waiting in the parking lot, for Leslie. Thankfully they were in the same dorm, which saved him the trouble of picking her up. As Leslie approached him he couldn’t help but notice how the small green dress hugged her tight little body. The dress was a lot cut exposing ample amount of cleavage. It ended just below her buttocks and her legs were displayed for the whole world to see. She walked towards him swaying her hips a little more than necessary.
“Wow, you look stunning.” John was having a hard keeping his eyes on her face. She blushed hearing his words.
“Let’s take my car.” She walked towards her car. John enjoyed her back view as equally as he enjoyed the front view. Her dress struck to her cheeks leaving nothing to imagination.
She stopped beside a Mercedes and dug out the keys from her hand bag. John would’ve been impressed with the ride if his mother didn’t drive the same thing.
“Where to?” she asked him rising her eyebrows.
“There’s a good dinner few blocks away.” The first thing John and Anna checked out in the area were good places to eat.
“Lead on.” She threw him the keys. John opened her door for her before getting behind the steering wheel.
In a few minutes they were sitting across each other in the dinner. As it was a school night the dinner was not so busy. Food was good. They spent an entire hour eating and talking, mostly about him. He told her about his family and childhood. She avoided speaking about her except for a few things. John learned that she came from a big city and her parents were divorced. He didn’t push her to talk about herself beyond that.
John paid their bill and they decided to get back as they had classes the next day. John pulled into dorm parking lot a few minutes later.
“I had a great time.” Leslie said unbuckling her seat belt and leaning over. John unbuckled his own seatbelt before pulling her in for a steamy hot kiss. Their tongues wrestled in their mouths. They kissed for a few minutes before pulling back for air.
“That was hot.” Leslie said leaning in for another kiss.
After the kiss ended they got out of the car and into the lift. She gave him little peck on the lips before she got out on her floor.
Anna was waiting for him in his room, to pry all the details she could get out of him.
“So, how did it go?” she asked him as soon as he entered the room.
“When do you stop prying into my social life?” he said annoyed.
“Probably after the next fifty years. Spill it.”
Knowing that she will not leave until he told her everything he signed on sat on his bed beside her.
“It went like all the first dates. We ate and we talked.” When it became evident that he was not saying anymore, she started hitting in the shoulder.
“Alright, alright, we kissed a little. More than a little.” he added seeing the look in her eyes.
Knowing that that’s all she can get from him she changed the subject to the project they are working on. As his roommate hadn’t checked in yet, Anna bunked in his bed for the night.
John was looking forward to meeting Leslie next day during the lunch. But she was nowhere to be seen. As their lunch break was for two hours and the fact that most of the students were free for most of the afternoons during the week either she left to her room or having a late lunch. Sighing John took a table with Anna and Susan.
John got up to get some orange juice from the counter. As soon as he got a carton someone collided with him, spilling the entire contents on the floor. John avoided falling down and looked at his assaulter.
A guy of six foot height was looking at him angrily and some juice was spilled on his shirt.
“Sorry,” John apologized even though it was not his mistake.
The guy with the orange juice on his shirt looked over his shoulder. When his friend came to join him, he cracked his knuckles. “Watch were you are going, punk. Now who’s going to clean my shirt,” he said threateningly.
Before John can say something he heard a growl from his back. He turned around to find a giant looking at them. He was something around 6 ft. 7 with black hair, black eyes and well-built body.
“Two on one isn’t fair and it’s your mistake,” the big guy said. “How about me on his side to even the things out.”
At this both of the John’s assaulters paled. “Next time, punk,” saying they retreated to their table.
“I hate the assholes like them,” the giant said to John.
“Thanks man, I am John.” John extended his hand.
“I am Alex,” Alex said taking his hand. “Running late, coach’s gonna kill me, gotta go.” Alex turned around dashed out of the cafeteria.
John returned to the table and both the girls were watching him and Susan looked pale, ready to faint.
“I thought there’s going to be a fight.” Susan shook her head like she was clearing something out of her mind and Anna laughed.
“John and fighting doesn’t go together. He’s a pacifist,” Anna said.
“Yep, I don’t fight,” John told reassuring Susan. But she still looked pale. So, she hate fights huh, John thought.
Later that evening John returned to his room only to find it was filled cardboard boxes. So his roommate, whoever he was, finally decided to attend college. Carefully avoiding the boxes he threw his bag on his table and plopped down on his bed.
A few minutes Alex entered the room. He simply said, “oh, you.”
“Yep, me. Need a hand,” John asked him, looking at the boxes.
“Sure, could use one.”
“So, why are you a week late?” John asked unpacking the nearest box.
“Small accident; it scared the shit out of me. Never thought I could play ball again.”
“College team, huh. What position?”
“Quarterback; you play?”
“Used to, I was a wide receiver.”
They both unpacked the boxes silently for the next hour, before going down for dinner.Bill.
John was looking forward to spend some time with Leslie but they didn’t go beyond their first date in that week. Though they made plans spend the weekend together, they never got to it. Leslie flew to her hometown on Friday skipping most of her classes. She left him a message saying that something has come up and she was sorry for missing their time together. She ended the message with a promised to meet him on Monday.
And now here he was standing in a store watching Susan and Anna shopping instead of being out on a date. Great way to spend a Saturday, he mused. He groaned, he fought and he did everything possible to avoid it. But in the end Anna dragged him along and Susan helping her to get him going didn’t miss his notice.
He didn’t know what to make of Susan or her mood swings. Sometimes she behaved like he was her best friend and there were also the times when she treats him like her archenemy and it drove him crazy. There must be some explanation to her behavior and John was determined to find what it was. He had to admit that she had a great taste, may it be clothes or anything else. She selected everything carefully.
Something shiny in the window of the store caught his eye. As both the girls were busy he stepped out of the store to take a better look, earrings.
His and Anna’s mothers were a great a fan of earrings. As soon as he took a closer look he knew they were meant for them. One pair was beautifully designed like stem flowers and other was elegantly sculpted in the shape of a leaves. He only thought for a second before deciding them to buy them. You don’t need an occasion to buy gift for your mother or godmother. Flowers will go to Jess, he decided, and leaves to his mother.
Susan saw him admiring the earrings in the glass window. Unlike other guys, he had been patient though out their entire shopping. He never complained even when Anna drove him crazy by asking him every silly little thing. He patiently offered his opinion.
A scream from outside startled her out of her thoughts. She saw a toddler running in the middle of the road and a car rushing towards him. Even if the driver hits the breaks, he or she cannot stop the car in time. Susan braced herself for the inevitable. Her heart stopped for a second when John dived towards the boy snatching him. His momentum carried them out of the vehicles path and they missed it by a hair’s breadth.
It took a minute for her to get her legs moving. When she reached them boy’s mother was hugging him and crying like a toddler herself. Crowd was gathering around them. She was grateful that the boy was unharmed, but to hell with the kid.
John never saw it coming. Susan slapped him on the back of his head before exploding at him.
“What the hell were thinking you dumb idiot?” Before John could answer she hit him once again. “What are you, stupid. You could have been in an accident.” Slap. Slap. “You idiot.” Slap.
“Cut it out, Susan.” John caught her hand before she can hit him again. What she did next rendered him speechless. She hugged him, tight and hard. That was the first time he had any physical contact with Susan. It sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body.
After a few seconds Susan stepped back blushing. Anna jumped into his arms immediately saving him from saying something to Susan. “Asshole. You scared me,” Anna mumbled stepping back.
Soon the crowd disappeared. The kid’s mom thanked him once again before offering them to buy lunch but John turned her down politely. She thanked him for one last time before moving on. John returned to the store to buy the earrings. He paid with his credit card and asked to gift wrap them. John went on with rest of the shopping mechanically as his brain froze on a single thought.
Susan hugged him.
John wasn’t new to hugging. Hell, he even hugged many girls. But happened when Susan hugged him never happened with anyone. He could have stayed holding her for the rest if life. But she ended it. What bothered John was she seemed distant and disturbed for the rest of the day.
When John was back in his room, he was more confused than ever. Susan intrigued him. He wanted to push her out of his mind but it proved to be hard. John was deep in his thoughts when Alex entered the room.
“Hey John, wanna play ball?” Alex asked him.
“Don’t you have practice?”
“Nope free on Sundays and Saturday evenings, for time being. I and few guys just want to practice. Care to join us.”
“Sure,” John replied. “But I don’t have any gear.”
“I can find you something.” John followed him to the field.
Few of his teammates were already waiting for them and Alex introduced him, all of them freshmen. One of the boys was roughly John’s size and he lent his spare gear. They practiced for the next two hours. John was able to keep up with Alex and others. Probably because they just began their college level training and not out of his league, yet. He knew within months they will be beyond him and it’s not just because of their training but because of their dedication. Alex was the most dedicated among them and John can tell he was a gifted quarterback.
“You play well bro. I am guessing you got few offers during high school,” Alex said on their way back from the field.
“Turned them down and I don’t regret it. I only played for fun and never intended to make career out of it. It’s just not my cup of tea.”
“So what’s your major?”
“Game design with a minor in management.”
“I play videogames now and then, especially the games where you can blow stuff.” Alex made firing sounds, raising his hands to fire an imaginary gun.
“Alex, John, wait up.” Jason, one of the Alex’s teammate came jogging towards them.
“You guys like racing?” he asked them.
“Yep,” Alex replied. “Why do you ask?”
“What about you?” Jason asked John ignoring Alex’s question.
“I don’t like racing. I love it.” John said, hoping that Jason can get him into few races.
“Well then, be here tomorrow by ten.” Jason pulled a paper from his pocket and handed it to them. “Bring anyone you want to.”
They went back to the room chatting talking cars.
Anna’s eyes lit up like fire crackers when John told her about the invitation during dinner. Susan was absent. She’s been dining with them for the past few days bit John didn’t give much thought to that, at the moment. All he was thinking about was the next day.
Susan joined them on the trip. John highly suspected that Anna dragged her along. Alex left a long time ago and John ended up waiting for the girls. They took out their Porsche Cayenne instead of 911 as the former was a SUV and the latter was a two seated.
John followed the instructions and soon entered the abandoned construction site. It was a huge venture, stopped on the middle. John was worried about cops but Jason assured that cops don’t give shit about this place as his father owns the place.
Alex met him a few minutes later and his jaw dropped noticing the car John arrived in. Not every day you see a 140 grand SUV on the road.
S
oon a race between Ford Mustang and Chevrolet Camaro has started. John watched as both the drivers ho
head to head with each other and the crowd went wild. In the end Mustang won.
John noticed the two kids who created the ruckus in cafeteria were now chatting with the Mustang’s owner. John stiffened when they came to him. Beside him he noticed Susan was shifting uncomfortable and Anna looked annoyed. They stopped for a second, watching Cayenne.
“Nice ride,” one of them said. “But I bet my ass that it cannot go toe to toe with that.” He pointed towards Mustang.
“Yeah baby. It’s unbeatable,” the Mustang’s driver chimed in. John noticed that he won his race relying mostly on the vehicle and not on his skill.
“With your skill set a kid with a broke down pick up can beat you,” John shot back. The crowd around them went silent and wad watching them.
“Prove it. Let’s face.” Mustang’s drive said with a sneer on his face.
“It’s not my turn to race. It’s hers,” John said indicating towards Anna.
“You hiding man.” The sneer on his face got bigger. “Sending a girl in your place; I am not racing against her.”
“What, are you afraid that you’ll lose to a girl,” Anna said coolly. Her annoyance was now replaced with pure excitement and his sneer fell from his face. Susan paled at her statement.
The crowd around them started chanting, “Race. Race.”
He said, “Fine,” before climbing into his vehicle. Anna removed her high heels and handed them to John and hoped into driver’s seat.
Both vehicles slowly approached the start line. John, Alex and Susan climbed a half-finished building to view the race. A blonde in a revealing outfit started the count. As she reached zero both cars shot forward, Mustanggaining the lead. It went in a zigzag way not allowing Anna to overtake.
“What a bummer. Looks like she’s about to lose,” Alex said after a few minutes. Susan was watching the race with wide eyes. When Anna cut
“Are you kidding? She’s just toying with him,” John said, laughing.
Right on cue, Anna surged forward cutting across the Mustang in a steep turn. Susan screamed loudly with everybody else. Anna didn’t lose her lead till the end and the crowd went nuts when she cleared the finish line a minute ahead of the Mustang.
“Like I said. She’s Daniel’s daughter through and through. She’s the one of the few who can keep up with her father.” John shouted over the noise, to be heard.
Anna got out of the SUV and raised her middle finger on the direction of Mustang. She launched herself into john’s arms laughing. Another race began diverting the attention of the crowd. Some lingered congratulating Anna on her win.
“Great driving. I am Bill.” John heard someone introducing himself to Anna.
John turned around and saw a guy shaking her hand. His blonde hair fell to his eyes. He’s fairly built and only two inches taller than Anna.
“She’s beautiful by the way,” Bill said looking at the car. “Not as beautiful as you though.”
Anna blushed. “I am Anna.”
“Nice meeting you, Anna. See you around,” Bill said before leaving.
John was not sure why but he didn’t like Bill. Anna never interfered with his social life though she pried all the details about his date out of him. John intending to do the same kept his mouth shut before making a wise ass comment and pissing Anna.
Both John and Anna didn’t notice Bill walking towards and later joining the guys who started the fight with John.
John turned off the alarm and got out of the bed, rubbing his eyes. Alarm clock showed that it was exactly five in the morning. John had no problem waking up early but for the past couple of months he got used to sleeping till seven. Alex stirred in his bed for a couple of minutes before waking up.
Together they made their way across the weight room. This particular gym was open to everyone. Alex turned up the music as they are the only people in the gym. They both started lifting weights but John became tired of it. Beside him Alex showed no sign of slowing down. Sighing, john got up and made his way towards a punching bag. He pounded on it mercilessly for the next half an hour.
When Alex finally stopped, they returned to their room. John hopped into shower without delay. As usual he met Anna in her floor’s lounge along with Susan. Susan schedule was pretty much similar to his except for a single class. That was the only class he shared with Leslie.
True to her word, Leslie was waiting for him in the cafeteria during lunch. He kissed her lightly on the lips before sitting down beside her. Anna and Susan joined them which Leslie didn’t mind.
She told him that she came back late night and didn’t want to call him yesterday.
As it’s Monday and all the four them had Professor Bell in the afternoon they moved to the computer lab. Leslie took off to join her team. John was glad that they resolved things with Susan and they could work together as a team.
As the lab ended Leslie grabbed him on the way out and whispered five words in his ear, “Let’s go to your room.” John knew that Alex will be out in the field practicing, so he didn’t object.
As soon as they got into his room Leslie was all over him. They tongues wrestled in their mouths. They only pulled back to undress and catch their breaths.
“I am so horny right now. God, I was thinking of doing this for the whole week,” she said in between the kisses.
Her words made John go rock hard. The last time he had sex was with Amanda and that was during their graduation. So, he simply said, “me too.”
John pulled her t-shirt over her head before latching back on to her lips. He quickly unsnapped her bra and took her breasts in her hands. They felt wonderful in his hands. Leslie pulled back to remove his shirt from him. Not wasting any time John unbuckled her jeans and pulled it down along with her panties. She did the same to him.
Leslie pushed John on to his bed before climbing him. She hovered her pussy over his rock hard cock for a few seconds before sitting down fully on to him. She bounced on him, first slowly and then steadily increased her pace. She made cute little sounds with drove him wild. John grabbed her ass, pushing himself deeper into him.
He slid his hands behind her neck and in one quick motion he had their positions reversed. He pinned her to the bed and started pounding her mercilessly. Her moans increased in both sound and intensity. Soon they were close to their orgasms.
“Harder… Harder… John… I am cumming. Cum in me.” she scratched his back.
“Me too,” John yelled, before spending him in her.
He fell on her exhausted. He stayed like that for a couple of seconds. He rolled on to his side before she could complain about his weight on her. After a few minutes they got up out of the bed and dressed. Leslie’s went back to her room to shower and change.
John did the same. Once in the shower his thoughts took over. He didn’t expect to go things this fast with Leslie. For some reason it bothered him. He shrugged his shoulders thinking that Leslie was also holding herself back over the summer. That explained a lot. John was fine with the turn of the events and he can continue things like this for a while and see where it goes. Well, who can say no to getting laid regularly?

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Georgia Part 19

Georgia has more flashing fun, Blackmails her friends father and has her first experience of a Sybian

Fantasy

my gay fantasy

This is part truth, part fantasy, autobiographical. Let me know what you think…
I have never really been with a man, although when I was a teenager my cousin and I would play sex games all the time when ever he spent the night. We would pretend to be asleep and then one of us would tiptoe over to the others bed and would proceed to take off the others night clothes. When it was my turn I would always push the envelope and go further. We started out just undressing each other, and then tying up the others cock…I loved the feel of his rock hard throbbing cock and believe me he got really hard. This went on for some time, each of us taking turns, pretending to be asleep while the other played with our cock. I remember the first time I stopped tying him up. I had him naked and I turned him over on his belly and played with his ass, kissing it and licking his hole. He loved this…then I turned him back over and began to rub his throbbing cock. I was hard as a rock but I didn’t know where to go next so I would finish and go back to my bed where I would await my turn. He was shier than me so I was always the one to go further. He was not as gentle as I was and I got off more playing with his body than having him play with mine… One night I got really horny and I put my mouth on the tip of his dick…I can still recall the sensation and taste, it has never left me. When I go on Red Tube, Tube 8 and go the gay videos, I want to grab hold of Brent Corrigan’s dick and suck on it, taste it, swallow his come. Once I rolled my cousin on his stomach and tried to put my dick inside him…he spread his cheeks but I never penetrated his ass. As we got older, I began to date and we never spent the night with each other. I kinda forgot about him as I began to date girls. I was really into porn back then. When I was alone in my room, I hid books where my mom couldn’t find them. I beat off two, three time a day, every day. Being Catholic, I always felt guilty after I came but I just couldn’t resist the urge.I fucked my first girlfriend when I was 18 and once that happened I became hornier and hornier. My favorite porn book was called Trailer Trollop. It was all about anal sex. I became obsessed with my anus and played with it all the time, putting my finger in my ass while I beat off.
I had a pretty normal sex life through high school but when I moved out of my parent’s house, fantasies about being with a guy came back to me. I once walked the streets late at night in Cape May. I was rock hard at the thought of having a guy pick me up. I could never pull the trigger so went home and found a candle and put it in my ass while I beat off…major orgasm. I sort of pulled the trigger once when my first wife was away. I was really horny and had taken some speed and smoked some pot. Emboldened by the drugs, I drove downtown around midnight with just a shirt on. I was hard thinking about picking up a guy. I saw a boy standing on the street corner and asked him if he needed a ride. He eagerly got in the car, looked over and saw my erection and we took off to my house. When we got there we went up to the bedroom and began to mess around a little. I reached into his pants and felt his small cock. It was also bent in the middle. I was bummed because I was looking to get fucked in the ass. All that happened was that I let him suck me off. I was not into it and was in a hurry to get rid of him, which I did. I drove him partway downtown, gave him some cash and drove home. I didn’t feel guilty or anything…just disappointed that when I finally got the nerve up I found this guy.
Another time I almost came close to being with a guy. I was with a bunch of actors, two of whom I knew were gay. We were all smoking grass, listening to music. I had on a pair of shorts, no underwear. I saw one of the gay guys looking at me all the time and I got feelings in my stomach and got a little hard. I casually exposed my cock to him, lifting my leg so he could see down my shorts. I was throbbing watching him stare at me. I got up to go to the bathroom, closed the door, and sat on the toilet not knowing what was going to happen. I was hard and excited but afraid too. I locked the door and began to beat off. I was fantasying sucking on his cock when he knocked on the door and whispered for me to let him in. I panicked…No way was I going to let that happen and I told him to go away.
As I grew older I went through stages of fucking myself in the ass with cucumbers and occasionally a dildo. I always gave myself enemas and made sure I was clean. I took to filming myself, hooking the camera up to my TV. I loved my body, especially my thighs and cock. I would go to porn stores and look at movies of guys fucking each other. I would get so horny. I loved to smoke pot when I would have these sessions. Sometimes I would fuck all day and into the night. Back then the next day I would be really sore and because of that I could only fuck myself once in a while. Plus I had a wife and a son so I had to pick my times.
I got into mirrors about ten years ago and loved to fuck in front of a mirror. I would fuck but I didn’t learn how to have a great orgasm until a few years ago. Now I have the most intense orgasms you could ever imagine, either when fucking a girl or fucking myself with a 10 inch dildo.
I no longer get sore, in fact I can fuck myself and go right to work. I never wash the come off me and I love the feelings I have in my ass and cock while I am at work…I get horny and can’t wait to come home and fuck again. I have a ritual now, changing it from time to time but it always starts with me getting stoned. Then, I go on line and watch porn, lesbians are my favorite, but I love watching beautiful women getting boned in the ass. Sometimes I go on gay sites and watch beautiful guys fuck. I always give myself hot enemas with a hose in my shower. Standing in the shower and taking hot water up my ass is such a turn on and feels so good that I sometimes do it for up to an hour. I will lie down with the shower on and stick the dildo up my ass. I rock up and down on it and close my eyes pretending a beautiful man is fucking me or my girlfriend is pegging me.
I will set up mirrors and fuck for hours at a time, never coming until I want to. I sweat and grind and moan and beg for the cock to go deeper. I will play rock and roll and fuck to the rhythm of the beat…Coldplay’s Talk is a favorite and so is Abracadabra by Steve Miller, try it, it is awesome.
When I am ready to come I begin to play with my cock and get it hard while I am fucking myself to the music. I work myself up and down on my pretend cock, pressing it on my prostrate gland until I can’t stand it. I go slow, imagining it is Brent Corrigan’s giant dick. I beg him to come in my ass and start stroking my cock to the rhythm of him fucking me. I let him pound me hard into my ass and I can feel him starting to come and as I stroke my cock I begin to shudder and build up to a climax that causes me to moan and groan so loud….I come, shooting sperm all over my stomach and just shake and shake. I relax and just lie there with the cock in my ass. When I am done I slowly slip it out of my butt hole and It feels so good I almost come again. I am so horny now all the time, I don’t care about fucking girls although there is one who I am really attracted to but she is married. She loves me and maybe we will have an affair. But in the meantime all I think about is getting it on with a guy.
I want to undress him, and play with his cock, causing it to get rock hard. I can feel his butt flesh as I pull down his underpants, me sitting on the edge of my bed him standing in front of me. I rub his balls and play with his ass and I gently kiss the head of his throbbing dick. I love the head of his dick and can taste the pecum. I get saliva all over his shaft and kiss and suck on his balls. I move up his shaft and when I get to the head I start to suck and kiss him, and he is rock hard. I finish undressing him and we get on the bed naked and begin to fondle each other. I want his cock in my ass, want him to lie on top of me and make love to me. I open my thighs to him. I play with the soft head of his dick and hold it, pressing the head against my ass. I can feel his head penetrate my anus and I gasp as he begins to push it inside me. I arch my back and push against him, drawing all 10 inches inside me. Once he is all the way in I just hold him there, contracting my insides, massaging his cock and driving both of us crazy. I am in a trance, this is better than anything I have ever felt. We begin to rock and I wrap my legs around his waist and move him in and out. I want him all the way inside me. I am so taken away by this, I kiss him. I open my mouth and begin to tongue him. He responds and we begin to rock together. I don’t want to come yet but I want him to come inside me. I can feel him and I squeeze his dick as I move up and down…tighter and tighter. He is moaning and I can feel him get even harder and then I grinded my ass against his cock and balls….I could feel them as we rocked back and forth. I can feel him tense up and then he shudders as he explodes inside me. I hold him tight and kiss him everywhere. The passion is overcoming me and I tell him I have never had sex like this before.
He pulls out of me and I take his cock in my mouth and suck the sperm off his dick. He begins to get hard again and I tell him to fuck me again this time while I am on my stomach. I roll over and he climbs on me and slowly pushes all his 10 inches inside me. I can feel his thighs and balls slap on my ass. My whole body is covered with his and he pushes in and out of me. I am light headed and have never felt anything like this before. We fuck and fuck and I want to come. He slowly pulls out and I roll over on my back. He mounts me again and I wrap my legs around his waist and take all of him inside me. As we move as one I begin to stroke my pulsating cock, easy at first. I feel about to pass out from the pure pleasure and his dick inside me and I begin to come. He comes down on top of me, thrusting his cock, slapping his balls against my ass and I explode. I grab him and hug him so tight…I want to be like one person. As I come he explodes inside me again. I am overcome with his sex. I know that this is not the end but the beginning. I see us fucking all the time…in the shower, outside, in the car, on the beach. He climbs off me, licks and kisses my inner thighs, and takes my cock in his mouth licking the come off my shaft’
This is my fantasy and now I want to have it really happen. I have thought about this and it is time for me to find a guy I can have sex with…I am going to get it done this weekend. I will drive around, maybe head to DC and try to find a guy there. There is no question in my mind. I will suck a cock this weekend and I will get fucked in my ass.
I have never been this horny. All I can think about is hooking up with a guy next weekend. I want him naked in my bed.
Here is how it will go, I hope;
I am going to drive downtown and meet a guy who I can suck and fuck with. I want to wander into one of the gay bars in Baltimore or DC. I’ll walk in with my shades on and sit at the bar, order a beer and just pretended to be by myself but I will really be looking for someone to approach me.
Before I leave to go, I get really stoned. This makes me hornier and bolder. I can hardly suppress the feelings that I’m getting. I can feel the excitement in my loins. I have to get ready so I turn on the shower and thoroughly douche myself… let the water get warmer as I put it up my ass. It feels unbelievable, clean, relaxing, and my legs get weak. I grab the dildo and slowly start to put it up my ass. Once it goes deep inside me I begin to move on it and press my ass full of cock up against the tile wall and the suction cup holds it in place as I ride up and down on it
Now I am ready to head downtown. I am apprehensive but excited and I know that it is finally going to happen.
I walk into two bars before I find one I felt comfortable in. I know what I want and I am not going to compromise.
“ I sat for about twenty minutes and a guy walked in, 40’ish, handsome…6’ 175 lbs. He went to the other end of the bar. He seemed to know the bartender and they struck up a conversation. I watched for a while and they finally stopped talking. I was looking at him when he looked over at me and we made eye contact. There was a quick blink and pause by me and he laughed. I said, “let me buy you a beer!” and he said thanks. I’ll cut to the chase…we hit it off! After small talk I just came out and asked if he had a boyfriend. He said no and I told him that I had never been with a guy before but that if he wanted to I would like to make him the first. I said making love to a guy really had to feel right for me to go through with it. We talked and when no one was looking, I reached over put my hand on his crotch. He immediately grew hard and I knew right then that he was the one. It was big and he was erect. We decided to go to my house.
He followed me in his car and we went inside. I was nervous but knew what I wanted. The lighting in my small apartment is very soft. I lit a joint and we both smoked it. I was on fire and for the first time ever I reached down inside his pants and felt his cock. I rubbed it up and down and then I unzipped his shorts. No underwear and his pants dropped to the floor. I reached around his waist and with my hands on his soft ass I pulled him to me and begin to lick and kiss the head of his dick. It tasted unbelievable and I started to slide my lips up and down his shaft and kissed and licked his balls going further down to his anus. I didn’t know if he was clean but it didn’t matter to me because he was going to fuck me all night. I have an insatiable sexual appetite and can go for hours. I pulled his shirt up over his head and he just stood there naked and I was so hard I thought I would come on the spot. We went back to me fondling his balls kissing and sucking on his cock.
I told him how clean I was and I told him he had never fucked anyone quite like me. We were both naked on my bed and I pulled him close to me. I reached down to his cock and began to slide my hand up and down in it. I rolled over on my back and he got on top of me. I never felt anything so sexy in my life as he pushed the head of his cock into my anus. I was ready and slid my ass up pushing his cock further into my ass. I put my arms around his waist and grabbed his soft ass and thrust myself so that he was all the way inside of me. We stopped and he just left his hard cock in my ass and then we began to move slowly back and forth. I held him tight and I couldn’t help myself as I stared kissing his neck and then moving to his lips. We deep kissed each other and grinded our bodies together as he pushed his cock in me all the way. I kissed him with more passion than I ever had done before with anyone and we rocked back and forth together. He tensed for a minute, and then pushed his hard cock real slow into my anus. I squezzed him hard, slowly massaging the head of his penis. I could fell all of him inside me. ..I was kissing him so deep that I was in a sea of passion…He told me he was going to come and he exploded…I could feel him come. I pushed him of me and took his cock into my mouth and licked his come off his shaft. Now I needed to come so we began to fondle each other and get in the mood again.
He said that he had never been in such a passionate embrace and said he wanted to get fucked by me. I took him in the bathroom, showed him how I douched, and left him alone. When he came back to my bedroom he climbed into bed next to me and he began to play with my rock hard dick. I am not huge but my penis is soft to the touch and it is easy to get all of it in your mouth. He did that and he forced his finger up my ass. I had him pause for a minute and I reached across my bedside table and got my 10 inch dildo out of my drawer. I pulled him on top of me and slowly inserted my cock into his anus…it was soft inside and I pushed back and forth until I was all the way in. I then arched my back and took the didlo and slid it into my ass hole, slowly, feeling it go all the way in. Now I was in really in a sex crazed trance. I wanted everything. We deep kissed and rocked together. I held him tight and told him I wanted to fuck with him all night. He felt the same and he asked if I could put the dildo inside him. He rolled off me and onto his stomach. I started tonguing his anus, sticking my tongue inside him. I began to slide the dildo inside him and he groaned and thrust his ass in the air trying to get all of it. He did and then he slid over on his back and began to move up and down on the large, hot dildo. I climbed on top of him with my face is his crotch and my crotch in his face, 69 style. I licked his balls and went down to his anus which was filled with the dildo and licked all around it. He was moving up and down on it, going faster and faster and at the same time he was sucking on my cock. I moved up to his cock and began to suck it too. We were both in a sexual frenzy and I could feel us racing to a climax. I wanted to come with him and we both starting talking to each other moving our lips all over each others cock. He thrust his dick into my mouth, I started sucking faster and faster. He did the same and we could feel each other start to come. He came for the second time and we exploded in each other mouth. He left the dildo inside him, and I got off of him and lied down next to him. I said I loved him and he just kissed me on my lips. Both our mouths were full of come and we just kissed deeper and deeper. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a state of ecstasy. He pulled the dildo from his ass and I fell asleep in his arms.
When I awoke I he was asleep next to me, naked. It was dark out, I was beside myself. I had finally been thoroughly fucked by another guy and it was unbelievable. My stomach turned over and over….I had feelings I hadn’t experienced before ever. I wanted to fuck him again, and again. I knew that I would never come out and declare I was gay but I also knew that I was seriously bi and I knew that he and I would get together again.
That is my fantasy…I want to live it this weekend. I am going to try until it happens and I won’t compromise my wants. I have to have a large cock. I will be bold when the time comes and won’t hesitate to make sure I get what I want. I am hot right now, horny. I am consumed with the thought of sucking another man’s cock. I want to hold it, kiss it all over. I will let you know how it goes.

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Spanking of My Secretary

This is just a piece of fiction hope the readers enjoy it
When I walked over to her cubicle, I looked sternly at my administrative assistant. She looked nervously back. “Melissa,” I said, “please come to my office for a few minutes.” When we were in my office, I sat at my desk, leaned back in my chair, and said, “Please close the door, and sit down.”
When she complied I began, “Melissa, during your first two years here as my administrative assistant, your performance was exemplary. That is why I am distressed by your behaviour during the past four months. You often come to work late, and you have been making many careless mistakes. Others have noticed too. They have complained to me. I have had to apologize on your behalf, and make excuses for you.”
Melissa sat nervously. She has long blond hair. Her eyes are the blue of a cloudless sky. Her skin has the color of cream with just a hint of strawberry in it. Melissa was raised in England, and speaks with a beautiful plumy accent. She is fresh and innocent. She was wearing a tasteful, modest dress, and looking like Hollywood’s image of a proper young lady in movies made during the 1930’s and 1940’s.
“I am sorry,” was all she could say.
“Do you have any explanation?” I asked.
“There have been events in my personal life…” she began, “but I agree that they should not have affected my behaviour here.”
“They certainly should not have. Because of the troubling economic times I have been forced to make some rather difficult decisions about who to keep on the payroll. I have been under some pressure to fire you, Melissa.” I paused for a moment, watching Melissa become even more nervous. “Do you believe that you can return to your previous performance level?”
“Yes, Sir, I certainly do.”
“I certainly hope so,” I said, “So I have decided to give you a second chance.” Melissa looked very relieved. “However, I do not believe that it would be fair to those of your co-workers that I have had to let go for this to pass without some corrective measure. I have two alternatives, and I ask you to choose between them. The first, is that you accept a ten percent cut in pay, starting today. You will agree that this is preferable to a termination notice.”
“Yes, I certainly do.”
“The second, which I hope you choose, is that you report to my office Saturday morning at 10:00 for a paddling session.” After a long pause I smiled sardonically, and said, “You blush. You are aware that if you choose the second punishment, you will be required to expose your beautiful bare bottom to my paddle and my eyes.”
“Sir she began indignantly, “with such an indecent suggestion as that I feel that I should walk out of your office, and resign at once. At the very least, I should accept the first alternative.” She paused. “Unfortunately, I still have student loans to pay off.”
“Those student loans are fortunate for me, Melissa,” I said with a smile. “I am looking forward to this. I could give you your punishment now, but I have not purchased a paddle yet, and I do not want anyone to hear what is happening in here. You will be expected to be here at 10:00 am Saturday. You better not be a minute late.”
“I won’t be, Sir,” my embarrassed administrative assistant said.
“You, Melissa, need to worry about unemployment,” I explained. “I need to worry about losing this entire company. If that happens, we will all be unemployed. We need to pull together and work conscientiously. I have to admit that I hired you not only because of your professional qualifications, but because of your loveliness, and your classic and proper elegance. I used to be proud to take you to offsite meetings with me. Now it is my responsibility as your employer to help you to resume your earlier habits.
“That is why it is necessary for both of us to work on improving your performance. I am sure we can succeed. Please be sure to be on time Saturday.”
During the rest of the week Melissa blushed when she saw me, and tried not to look at my eyes. I smiled at her in ways that I hoped were not too obviously lustful. I would be dishonest not to admit that I relished my opportunity. Melissa has an excellent figure. I looked forward to turning her delicious derrière to a bright red. Every night I lay in bed masturbating as I imagined what was going to happen.
When the day finally arrived, I was at my office by 9:30 in the morning. I left the door to my office open. I could have set my watch by the time Melissa entered at 10:00. “Well, good morning, Melissa,” I said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Sir” she said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“Please close and lock the door. I gave the security guard the day off with pay, but I don’t want to take any chances on us being interrupted. When she complied I said, “You really are pretty today, Melissa. I love the way your floral blouse and blue jeans display your excellent figure to advantage. I have always been complemented on having a lovely administrative assistant.”
“Thank you, Sir”
“As we discussed, you need to remove your jeans and panties, so you might as well begin.” As Melissa sat down in a chair in front of my desk, I walked to the front of my desk, leaned back against it, and watched eagerly. She untied her shoes, and removed them and her socks. More slowly, she pulled off her blue jeans. “You have excellent legs,” I said. After a long pause, she quickly removed her panties.
“And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva,” I exclaimed with delight. “Did your boy friend ask you to shave it?”
“I don’t have a boy friend,” Melissa answered, before adding quickly, “I don’t allow men to pick me up at bars either. When I knew I would be removing my panties before you, it seemed appropriate to shave.”
“That was certainly thoughtful of you. I very definitely prefer it to be shaven. Please come closer, so that I may inspect your most private area.”
When she obeyed, I smiled and said, “You are blushing. That is most delightfully appropriate. It means that you are not used to undressing in front of a man. Your face is almost as red as I will soon make your bottom.” I ran the back of several fingers of my right hand against Melissa’s perfect Mons Verenis, saying, “This is as smooth and hairless as the vulva of a nine year old girl. I love the way you have a small mound, and a well defined slit with no clitoral hood.” I put my middle index finger in her slit, and added, “You do have a well developed clitoris, however. You are also wet, so I know you are enjoying this.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” she said under obvious strain. “It feels indecent of me.”
“Well, Melissa,” I said removing my finger, “I do not mind telling you that my penis is hard and straight right now. But we did not come here to make love. We came here to make you a better subordinate. Go to the book shelf over there, and fetch me my paddle.”
As she turned around and walked I said, “Your calves are perfectly formed, Melissa, and I love the dimples on the backs of your knees.” When she returned with the paddle I added, “The thighs beneath your genital region are so beautiful I can imagine admiring them on a movie screen.”
Melissa stood before me, and handed me the paddle, but I said, “Before giving the paddle to me, Melissa, I would like you to examine it. As you might expect, I had trouble finding a store that sold these. At first I wanted to buy one made out of black walnut, because it had a sensuous dark color, and the wood was heavier. I thought it would enable me to give the blows with greater power. Fortunately, I talked to the man who owned the store about our requirements. He suggested a hickory paddle instead. He explained that it was as hard as black walnut, but lighter, and that the very lightness would add to the sting.
“You can see how well polished it is, Melissa. The edges have been carefully rounded. It has been given three coats of non-yellowing lacquer. You cannot help but admire the grain. I specifically asked for a long paddle, so that I could deliver the blows with sufficient leverage. The head is seventeen inches in length, and four inches in width. The handle is nine and a half inches long. In the past children were ‘taught to the tune of a hickory stick,’ for a reason,” I said with a chuckle. “We are fortunate that I came to the store when I did. This was the last paddle like this in stock. It was quite a bit longer than the others, and more expensive. I chose it because I think it is very important for you to benefit from this experience.
“Well, give me the paddle, Melissa,” I said pleasantly. “It’s time for us to begin. Now I want you to bend over my desk, put the palms of your hands on the surface, and stick out your beautiful bare bottom to receive the blows.”
She obeyed, but the tail of her blouse covered most of her buttocks. “That won’t work,” I said. “I believe I will need to ask you to remove your blouse.”
When she did, I said, “I am delighted that you are not wearing a bra. Let me inspect your breasts.” I ran the fingers of my left hand over her right breast, feeling the nipple, and saying, “This is nice and hard. You really are excited. I think you’ve been looking forward to this too. You could have worn a bra, but you did not. You did not need to shave your vulva, but you did.”
“Sir, you may derive whatever perverted pleasure from my predicament you can,” Melissa said angrily. “I am enduring this because I must, but if you rape me I swear to you I will go to the police.”
“I have no intention of raping you, Melissa,” I said reassuringly. “I would protect you from someone who tried,” I ran my fingers down past her flat stomach to her perfect vulva, which I entered with my middle index finger. “This is even wetter than before. I would of course enjoy making love with you, but if we ever do that,” I said with my finger at the entrance to her vagina, which I was pleased to find blocked, “it will happen in response to your request, rather than mine.
“Very well,” I continued. “Bend over, and prepare to receive your well deserved punishment. I like you Melissa. Therefore I do not intend to spare you. I want this to be a memorable experience for both of us. Years from now you will be glad we shared this event together. I can’t overstress that I am trying to help you become the perfect employee you were when I hired you.”
I moved behind her, saying “That’s good. Now stick out your buttocks a just little more.” She put her elbows down on the desk top. “Perfect! I love the way your vagina peeks out between the tops of your thighs. Your bottom looks as though it was specifically created for my paddle.” I moved beside her.
As Melissa fearfully waited for my first blow, I could not help but comment, “Your breasts are beautiful, Melissa. I’m glad I ordered you to remove all of your clothes. Your spanking will be long and hard, but it will be good for you. I have been looking forward to doing this all week, so I will deliver the blows with considerable enthusiasm. I am an avid tennis player. I think you will soon agree that I have a strong right arm.” I affectionately patted her bare bottom with the paddle a few times to increase her nervous anticipation. Then I swung it back in a circular motion, and gave her a powerful smack that resounded loudly.
“Oh!” she said.
“That got your attention, didn’t it?” I chuckled. “I love the way your breasts moved at the moment of impact. I made the right decision to schedule this disciplinary session for Saturday, don’t you agree? That could certainly be heard on the other side of my door. Did it sting the way it was supposed to?”
“Yes it did.”
“Good. I will have to go back to the store, and tell the owner about this. I will of course not tell him your name.”
“I hope not.”
I spanked her again, harder this time. She cried again in the most delightful way. “Courage, Melissa, courage,” I said before spanking her a third time. “This time you did not say anything, but the expression on your lovely face revealed that really felt it,” I gloated. “Do you think this will help you come to work on time?” I teased.
“Yes, I know it will Sir she said before I spanked her again. “Oh please Sir,” she pleaded.
“Oh please Sir,” I repeated pleasantly. “Please keep giving such delightful pleas,” I chuckled at my witty use of a homophone. Then I spanked her again. “Please keep moving your bottom in so pleasing a manner,” I said. It really pleases me.”
“Sir, this really hurts. How long will it continue? You must stop.”
“I am the one who will decide how long your spanking continues. The longer it lasts on the more I enjoy it. The more I enjoy it, the longer it lasts. I warned you this would be a severe and lengthy spanking. I am just warming up. The best is yet to be.” To illustrate my point, I spanked her again. “Once more I hear your delightful cry. I wish I was recording this on a cam recorder.”
Melissa tried not to say anything, so the only sound was the loud smack of my paddle against her delicious flesh. “Your delicious bottom is becoming a bright red,” I boasted. “I wish you could see it. It looks like a Valentine heart.” She remained silent.
“This is so much fun,” I said zestfully. “Sometimes I target your right cheek,” I said spanking to the right. “Sometimes I target your left cheek,” I said while spanking her to the left. “Usually I land the paddle firmly on both cheeks,” I said before delivering a powerful blow to both, a blow that must have echoed far beyond my office. I laughed pleasantly.
Then I felt her left breast. “Your nipple is even harder,” I pointed out. “My penis is too.” I gave another blow to her quivering cheeks. “Mo les ah!” I cried, drawing out the syllables of her name. “This is sooo delightful!”
At last she pleaded, “Sir, have mercy. I can’t bear this.”
“This time I agree,” I said. “In the midst of all that red I see the white beginning of a blister. I do not want to break your delicious skin, although I would love to continue. Do you believe you have learned something today?”
“Yes, I’m certain of it, Sir Only please don’t spank me anymore.” She began to sob uncontrollably from pain, shame, and relief.
“There, there Melissa. I’m finished. You were very brave. You also gave me a great deal of pleasure. I seldom become so thoroughly aroused. Just stay there. The shop that sold me the paddle also had some soothing balm with a local analgesic in it to turn the pain into a sensuous coolness, and help with the healing process. It is safe and legal, although, as with the paddle, I paid for it with cash.”
I opened a drawer in my desk, removed a container, and poured some of it into my right hand, and began to rub it over Melissa’s beautiful behind. “Does this feel better?”
“Yes, it does, Sir Thank you so much. Oh!” she cooed. “This feels wonderful. It turns the pain into pleasure.”
“Excellent! That’s what the man at the sex shop said it would do. I’ll give you several bottles to take home with you. Use it whenever the pain starts. I just wish I could be with you to apply it myself. I love rubbing this over the smooth flesh of your perfect buns. I particularly enjoy rubbing it between your thighs.” She tried to keep from giggling. When I was finished, I returned the bottle to my desk, and wiped my hand with a cloth.
Returning to Melissa I said, “You may stand up now. Let me see how you look in front.”
When she obeyed, I said, “My goodness; look at you. Your vagina is dripping with lubrication.”
“Oh dear!” she said with a worried expression. “This is truly embarrassing.”
“It might soak all the way through your blue jeans,” I warned. “Just a minute. I’ll get some tissues.” Fortunately, I had some Kleenex from my last cold. I stooped in front of Melissa, and said, “Here I am, carefully wiping the most private part of my most fetching administrative assistant.” Melissa cradled her arms together before her breasts, closing her eyes, and giggling with pleasure. When I could no longer resist, I gently kissed her vulva, right on the slit. “There, that’s better,” I said putting the wet tissues into my desk drawer. I did not want the janitor to find them in the waste paper basket.
I held Melissa tenderly. “I can’t help but marvel at the softness of your perfect back, and the smoothness of your skin” I told her, “I hope this session has been beneficial to you.”
“It has been, Sir she said, kissing me on my cheek, before saying quickly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said, kissing her lips. “From now on I am going to be strict with you. Obviously, I would like to do this again. It was even more enjoyable than I expected. Nevertheless, if you return to your previous level of performance, I will give you a generous raise. We can also talk about your student loan. I think I can take care of that too.
“You will have difficulty sitting down for awhile, so I advise you take Monday off. It will be a day off with pay that I will not count among your sick days or vacations. Now put your clothes on. You better let me walk to your car with you. This neighbourhood can be dangerous on Saturdays.”
Now she is my sex slave and I will write about how I violated her sweet tight cunt and her
Virgin ass in my next story.
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